Moments to remember.....

if you asked me, and had a while to listen, I could give you the story of my life in song titles and lines of lyrics. It seems one always pops into my head for nearly every occasion. In 1957-58, when I was a senior
in high school, our class song was to the tune of "Moments to Remember". Those of you close to my age probably remember parts of "....the New's Year Eve we did the town, the day we tore the goalposts down...we'll have these moments to remember..." *S*
Saturday the 30th of Dec. was a red letter day for me. After 13 years, we finally had all 9 of my grandchildren in one place, and I was there too! *VBS*
The picture will get bigger with a click, if you want to see their faces. My princess is obvious, she's the only girl, and is 15. On the other end of the couch, in white, GS#1, just turned 13 on Dec. 12th. On the back of the couch is GS#2 who is 11.And on the couch we have 2 9 yr olds, 2 7 yr olds and 2 three yr olds...*VBS* This is definitely NOT a studio picture, but I treasure it just as much as anyone could. There is a picture taken later of the same crew, but with me in the middle of the chaos...LOL Maybe someday I'll show you that one...we'll see. Baby Kala (Kayla) makes #10, but she just wasn't having any of that sitting for a picture.

It's an odd situation. Everyone lives so far from everyone else. As cousins, these guys hardly know each other at all. I hope that can change. And some of them I only see once a year.
All of them have quilts from Gram, even Kala got a pink and white confection last January when we visited DS#2 in southern WI. He and Kala's mom are "keeping company", so of course Kala needed on of my baby quilts. In April she'll have a little brother . My son is the father, so I will be up to 11 grandkids.
And if DD#2 gets busy..well, the sky is the limit, I guess...*VBS*
Most of the kids have more than one quilt from me. It's a big deal to some, but not so much to others.
I can tell you that having all 5 of my kids together again, and seeing all 9 of their kids did me more good than a year of doctors and medication. It kind of re-newed the passion I have for making quilts..my kind of quilts, my way. Best present I could have gotten this year.
When you love something, it's like a little flame inside you. Sometimes burning so low and so quietly, you aren't sure it's still there. At other times, it's a roaring fire, that keeps you pushing and pushing to get yet more quilts made. Most of the time it's a comfortable slow burning, beautiful thing, the colors change and dance, there is a warm glow all around it. It invites you in...and offers you comfort, peace, love, joy and satifaction. At times it just smolders, giving you fits of frustration and often anger. And then you re-group, and press onward, towards completion. The next day, you are bright eyed and ready for a new quilting project..*VBS* For so long I have been able to say, when asked about making quilts, "it's my passion". For awhile now, I was beginning to doubt myself, in that department.
But seeing my kids all together and watching those 8 boys playing basketball and football, this past Sat. seems to have jump started my engine...LOL Thank goodness! Just in time for a new list of UFO's to finish, and many more new quilts to start. A Happy and Blessed New Year to all of you, my dear friends in blogland. Big hugs, finn